Lyrics:
And touching all the bases as you score
Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O
Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O
I wanna be a woman like you, yeah
Found a place to call my home
to waste
No more pre-judgin' my face
Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been erased
They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better
head.
97, she was the fastest train
That the South had ever seen,
But she run so fast on that Sunday morning
That the death score was numbered 14.
of abundance, we pray the claim of hree score
Years and ten to live our faith out.
of war
Freed themselves from Tito settling old scores
I was far from Sarejevo it seemed irrelevant to me
If it was U.N. troops or diplomats that had
savagery
Lives are uncounted for, let's even the score
Psychic thoughts of different mammals comin' up from the ocean's floor
Powerful gun sounds all
This just in.
Another victim died tonight.
What's the score?
What's the story?
Did they go out in a fight?
I wonder why you manufacture
it is number one better check the score
Here we go nigga don't wanna fight no more
But I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure
[Bizzy]
When
(all I've had to suffer)
If you'd come clean and told me the score from the start?
Stop treating everybody like a charity
I may have sold my soul,
Listen in real audio
Shot gun blast from a young mans past
Couldn't take no more
Had to even the score
Old man dies with the truth he denies
He
everything that you stand for
Time to feel our might
Gonna kick your ass and even the score
Burn everything in sight
Break all of your windows
Loot your stores
yourself and no where to go
now you both are feeling tough so you go at it some more
you punch him in the face. 4 and 4 is now the score
the foil
And we always wish that the future
Shall be born without pain
But everybody wants to drive our train
In the gutter we can settle the score
the score
House man built
House man built
scores
Plus our record spots
Catch me not, indy pot
Big away your stash pot
Got me gun, in me crotch
Burnin' cause the barrels hot
the score
And nothing more
Senses overload
Fields of depth explode
Mental fabric starts to fray
False reality
Life's triviality
Psychotic images
away
I fight my personal war
In the end there is no score my life just slipped away
Another ounce of heaven a waste box of twisted love trembling hands
bound
Should of changed around if we make you suit up
Two blockz foe the war check the score II Tru
Can't lose
Kauze you knoe we got shit to prove
Gotta
to frogs and keeps flyin
Who is right?
Whose to blame?
Who got riches?
Who got fame?
Stick it all,
don't keep score,
I'm not playing your way
I'm not your friend, I'm not your confidante now
I'm not your lover anymore, and I don't want to know the score
The details
through ya jaw, need I say more?
Facinating with 44s and foul whores
Large gram cookups, and the ill drug scores
My captivating verses, that'll open all
yourself be free
People walking around everyday, playing games that they can score
Trying to make other people lose their minds, be careful you don't
deep
To be taking scores
Do you get a lot
From my pictures you got
But it's over now
It's over now
I don't hurt no more
I don't hurt
No more
But
comin' back up tight with this beat for the score II
Tru hits
(Chorus):
This remains, not nuthin' but best females caught in the rapture
Recognize II
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